O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go
George Matheson (1882)
O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, that in Thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.
O Light that follow'st all my way, I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee; my heart restores its borrowed ray, that in Thy sunshine's glow its day may brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow thro' the rain, and feel the promise is not vain that morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to hide from Thee; I lay in dust life's glory dead, and from the ground there blossoms red, life that shall endless be.